Match, point... game

Chapter thirteen:
Hardcore

Again, WARNING! This chapter is dedicated to pure lemon, if you don’t like it or it offends you, skip to the next chapter, otherwise enjoy. This is not intended for kids.

George was shrouded in the dark of the ship, her breathing still shaky and uneven from Riddick’s dominant pursuit a few minutes ago. She could feel him in the blackness around her, he was a force of nature that wherever he went the air got harder, thicker, sharper, and there was a sense in the very air that something more powerful and more important than George was there. The burning of his eyes on her skin was heavy on her, roving up her from her toes all the way up to her revealed stomach and ending where her shirt had fallen back into place. She could feel his swiping and her flesh heated at the very thought that he was taking inventory, assessing her, analyzing every single thing about her that he knew of. The heaving of her breast from the confined space of the dark, where she could not see or even hear him, drew her attention because she could feel the hairs, delicate and small, stand up in slight alarm at being fixed with such an intense look. His breathing was controlled and even, his steps if he was walking or circling her were silent and nonexistent. Though she could tell whenever he would teasingly touch the bed, pull the covers slightly, and cause her head to snap in that direction.

He was toying with her. He wanted her senses to be on high alert, scanning, sensitive to any kind of grounding they could get on him. He knew that he ruled in the dark and that she was just another victim of his little mind fucks. Damn it but did George like it when he did this kind of shit…

“Georgie,” a purr in her ear made George freeze on the bed, her hands gripping into the sheets and glancing around with her eyes cautiously. When she didn’t catch that sheen of his silver eyes she growled low in frustration and moved to sit up, confident that, for some reason, if she sat up then the should be able to spot him. Even if her eyes were useless in this kind of pitch, where she’d need a shine job like Riddick’s to distinguish dark from light, she could at least feel the air and maybe, if she strained enough, hear his footsteps. The second she got up however she felt a heavy weight come smoothly onto the bed and large, strong hands push her back down sternly, a chill running up her spine as she pondered if that was what he’d been waiting for. Riddick was a strange man… a strange and fascinating man.

His legs came brushing against either side of her hips, straddling her and pressing his weight down on her as if to say that she wasn’t going anywhere. She let out a long breath at the feel of his body atop of hers yet again and her mind fuzzed over in memory of all the moments that had been, indeed, just like this. There was something about having him there, on top, where he was completely and totally in control and where she would have to trust him to the point of ignorance, that made her body heat and her heart throb painfully in her throat. Riddick never failed to make her feel slightly unsure sometimes in their little sessions, unsure that she would be able to keep up with him, to satisfy him when he was so powerful and capable. She had never had a lover quite like the convict, and doubted she ever would again. A shock tore up her spine unmercifully when he leaned over her, putting hands near her head, and bit into her neck harshly, tossing her from whatever thoughts had been plaguing her mind and forcing her to focus purely on Riddick.

George’s hands reached out blindly and somehow managed to grip onto his bared chest, dragging her fingers down the taught, strong surface. His teeth were sharp against her skin and when he pulled away he licked and sucked at the wound that had been mere milliseconds from a puncture wound, causing the damaged skin to shiver in confused pleasure from his tongue and mouth and pain from his ruthless harm. His skin was scorching against hers when his hands came to her stomach and pushed her shirt up yet again, tracing over scar after scar as he went while his lips now were brushing up her neck along the crook of her jaw. Every sensation was heightened painfully sharp in this darkness that surrounded her, swallowing her whole, and when his fingers snapped her bra off of her and his hands were molding her breasts into his palms gruffly she arched and let out a moan from the pressure.

“It should be a crime to wear these,” Riddick’s voice rumbled gravely in her ear and she heard her bra hit the floor with a rustle of material. She quirked a smirk, shifting to where her hips were to his before replying.

“This coming from you?” she commented. He let out a noise akin to a grunt before she gasped and gripped the sheets hard. One of her peaks, straining already from her previous stimulation, was suddenly being pulled deep into Riddick’s hot, wet mouth where it met with tongue and teeth mercilessly. She was pinned onto the bed under his massive weight of muscle while his tongue lashed and his teeth gnawed on her straining chest, her breathing coming out in light, breathless pants.

It wasn’t taking much to re-instill in her the aching that her body had undoubtedly gone through when he had first begun this process when she was in cryo. Whenever Riddick was around her body almost automatically responded now after spending a few months fucking each other at least twice a day, it knew that he meant either danger or sex and those two combined in her were a very potent mixture. She suddenly yelled when her shirt was ripped over her head, tied around her wrists with a few twists from Riddick, and using the arms tied her to the small metal framing, leaving her splayed out and semi helpless. She glared in the direction where his head would be, her teeth showing in an unhappy snarl. “What the fuck, Riddick?”

Riddick merely trailed his mouth down her stomach, causing the red head to bite her lower lip. His hands dipped under her, hoisting her hips upwards while digging his fingers into her rear, settling her into his lap. She could feel his gaze once more rail over her and though she could feel the fabric of his cargos against her legs and flesh, his hands still gripping into her hips, she felt a flush of uncertainty rush through her. Riddick was unpredictable, that was the only thing that ever stayed true about him in her experience, he could be into something one day and then dislike it the next. This sudden turn was throwing her off, that and she had told him on multiple occasions that she didn’t like to be tied up. It made her feel helpless, powerless, dominated, and unable to do anything to defend herself. She was angered, frustrated, confused, horny, impatient, and hypersensitive all at once and it was making her mind reel in overtime.

The bald convict dipped his head down and ran his tongue around her navel, tracing up the firm line that ran down her middle, then all the way back down to the start of her mound. George took in a sharp breath, narrowing her gaze at him. She tried to pull her hands free but ended up causing a slight strain on her wrists, making her mind yelp in pain though she merely gritted her teeth. Curse synthetic cotton, it was strong shit. He shocked her by burying his face into her stomach and just sitting there, inhaling her scent deeply into his chest and grudgingly letting it out. The feel of his breath against her sensitive skin and scars made the flesh break out into goose bumps, a tremor going through her core mercilessly.

Riddick took his sweet time memorizing George’s smell. He didn’t realize how much he had been taking advantage of it, had been too focused getting out of that Slam and too busy wondering just where he was going to go now that he was free again. It danced around him, invading his senses completely, muffling the outside world and leaving him immersed in the flesh, the taste, the feel of the woman under him. He probably wouldn’t allow himself to get this close to someone again so he might as well enjoy himself while it lasted right? From here on out, after these four days, it would be nothing more than his own hand or a whore that he would find a vent for his frustrations. He had lived from twenty or so on with only that to keep him company, and yet he found he had been spoiled in the last few months. Having a willing, participating, enthusiastic body beneath him, reciprocating his unwatched lust, had been a luxury he had become accustomed to. It had been perfection while it lasted. There was nothing like someone like George or his only other free lovers whispering his name, hot and tight, always there when he needed them… he thought he might actually miss this.

Might. Emphasis on might. He would keep such an emotion under lock and key, never to see the light of day. So instead his nose pushed up her stomach, feeling her breath and pulse under him, listening to the noises of her body, and glanced upwards with his hardened, silver eyes, a small snarl on his lips. This body in this moment was his, she was his, and he would drive that point home as hard as possible.

“What the hell are you doing…?” Georgie’s voice came out as little more than a rasp, her face holding suspicion and her eyebrows knit in terse curiosity. The convict found her confusion endearing, innocents in someone as toughened and jaded as George was something of a rarity, and as he came up between her revealed breasts he bit down hard into the soft flesh.

She growled and bucked under him when copper filled his mouth, that same spicy, hot, sweet copper with a taste as unique as the woman that was under him. Sucking on the wound harshly until he felt the flow slow down and the skin start to swell, closing the injured and angry flesh, he licked at it hungrily. Pulling back he stared at the violent mark before running his hands from her now bruised hips to his belt, undoing it within a few snaps and pulling it from the loops easily. Her prone body shifted against him when she heard that noise, now on familiar ground and knowing just what was coming to her the usual air of cocky confidence slammed down around her.

Riddick pulled away from George for only a moment and she found herself oddly devoid of the heat that he had brought burning with him. Her chest burned where he had so savagely bitten her and she could already feel the sting of bacteria entering it from the air around them. She felt him shift, the rustling of his belt hitting the ground followed by the loud metallic thunk of the buckle slamming onto the bottom of the merc ship. Try as she might her feeble eyes couldn’t pierce the inky blackness and though she feared the dark, as all humans without a shine job did, the very thought that he could see her when she could not see him was exciting. She loved it and hated it at the same time, and it was that same conflict that had first drawn her to the enigma that was Riddick. She wanted to solve him and figure out what made him tick only to find the more she learned the more mysterious and unreachable he became. It was like trying to hold water in your bare hands in bigger and bigger amounts, you might get a small glimpse into the inside workings and swirling of it, but it was gone in an instant back into the whole, leaving you confused and wondering what that one small bit had to do with the being that it was a part of. A zipper being pulled down and then the shifting around of well worn cargos filled the air around her, her ears twitching from the sudden invasion of sound, while she licked her lips slowly in thought. She would never solve him… she was never meant to. No one was.

Mattress groaning once again told Georgina that Riddick had pulled back onto the bed. His calloused fingers gripped onto her hips again and she was lifted up into the air and back onto his thighs, where her body was arched off of the sheets and her arms were held painfully above her head. Grimacing she didn’t voice her discomfort but instead let out a small moan when a scorching hot something touched the inside of her thigh, brushing up against the curve of her folds. A shock of pleasure ran up her spine when she felt a palm sweep over her junction, running against the damp curls and flesh, before that same burning thing was back. This time it rubbed at the bottom of her entrance, undoubtedly led by a hand that was not gripping into her rear firmly, and ran the full length of her slit until it hit the top end.

A gasp tore from George’s lips, her eyes shutting, when that same burning thing pushed against her clit over and over again, rubbing against the already alert and overtly sensitized item. She didn’t doubt what that thing was and when it came to her dripping opening, still incredibly damp from earlier, he slicked it around, even going so far as to push the head in for a brief moment before retreating and returning to teasing her heartlessly.

Riddick watched as George started to shift and grunt under him, her body aware that his was seeking entrance and was willingly giving it to him. Her arousal was heavy in the atmosphere of the ship, hitting him over and over in increasing waves. Her hips rolled in time with each tease now, her arms straining against the restraints he had put upon her, and he watched in absorption. Organ in hand he lead it up from the crack of her rear all the way up, passed her desperate wanting, all the way to the tip and back again. Every time he passed her opening he had to resist the urge to just plunge into her, resorting instead to just gritting his teeth. He wanted to drive her mad. Wanted the proud thing beneath him to ask for him, not just accept him, to breath his name and only his name, to plead for his torture to end. Watching her neck roll as her head did, her eyes now closed and a hot breath escaping her lips in an almost visible cloud to Riddick’s vision he noted her pull on the binding again.

George opened her eyes and snarled at him. She shifted her hips in vain to get him to enter her on one of his passes but he pulled away just in time, denying both of them the joy of union. Her irritation was like a vapor coming from her and her teeth were soon bared at him, her displeasure paramount.

“Damn it, Riddick, what the hell are you waiting for!?” she snapped, her body shivering from anticipation of the ripping bliss that came whenever she paired with the man towering above her. His hands suddenly came down to her sides and he was pressed up intimately to her, his large lips to her ear and a smirk settling smugly on his features. She could almost see his damnable handsome face twisting into that sneer and it caused a ripple through her core that was already burning and coiling in preparation.

His organ slicked against her opening again as he dragged his lips over her ear, brushing his tongue around the shell and breathing damply. “You gotta ask, girlie,” he growled.

His weight was overpowering and she was reminded just how big of a difference in power there was between them. His pure strength radiated into her, pushed her into the softness that surrounded them, and seemed to crush her body. The hard muscles that carved his form were pressed against her, each and every curve and harsh line pushed into her own and tried to move only to find his measure too great. Her pride refused to allow such a thing as bowing to him. To ask to be fucked was something she wouldn’t do. She wasn’t some common whore, she wouldn’t beg for him, not in a million years! Yet the burning that was aching between her legs was magnified by the heated rod pressed so agonizingly close, promising her release if she just caved in.

“Screw you,” she snapped before she could think on his offer.

A bark of a laugh ripped through the darkness around her and his weight moved over hers slowly. It drifted down until he was yet again sitting between her splayed legs and she silently cursed being tied again. If she were free it would be so much easier to just push him over and mount him, that way this little show of dominance wouldn’t be needed. She felt his mocking stare, could almost feel the cock of that incredulous eyebrow, before his fingertips once more traced down her scars. “Fine, but I’m not gonna give ya what you want until you ask. We have four days, Georgie, I’m a patient guy, but lets see how long you can go…” she was about to retort sharply with ‘then untie me cause it ain’t gonna happen’ when his fingers dipped into her folds deftly.

An unwanted groan lifted from her chest when his thumb brushed against her bud and caused her hips to twitch. Fingers sweeping downwards he ran the tips over the entrance that was so begging for his attention, dipping in a few for a second before pulling them out and repeating the process. George glared at him though her thighs were closing around his and her body was becoming rapidly hot and slick with sweat. She wondered, indeed, how long she would last. It had been shown in the past just how little self control she had when it came to him, but she was stubborn. She would be damned if she would beg for him like some common slave or slut. She bit her lip to muffle a groan again when he dipped his entire middle finger in and pumped it in and out for a few then pulled it out and tortured her bundle. Somehow, someway, he always found ways to make her feel more than any other guy had managed.

He took relish in seeing her writhe and squirm at his mercy. Watching as her face twisted in defiance though there was a flush spreading across her body and her wetness was increasing with each minute. Her stubbornness lasted a while longer than he thought it would. Riddick would pull away whenever she gave signs of being close to the edge and leave her alone for a few minutes, until she was sitting there panting and staring heatedly in his direction, her chest heaving in motion. Then he would start it all over again. George lasted a valiant effort but even then in the end it proved futile. It took ten minutes of this strenuous game until he finally noted a change in her, her body going tense and a silent war going through her eyes. Then it came…

“God damn it, Riddick, if you don’t fuck me now I swear I’ll find a way to kill you!” George’s eyes snapped up to the small little dots of glowing silver that managed to show in the darkness like beacons and her only indication of where he was. There was a low rumble akin to a chuckle and he pulled his finger from her yet again, leaving her core tender and needing any kind of stimulation now. She didn’t care at this point. What was wounded pride in the hindsight of the fact that they had four freaking days to do whatever the hell they wanted? Or rather, whatever the hell he wanted. She was kinda tied to the bed.

The red head’s eyes rolled into her head and a loud moan escaped her lips when Riddick entered into her gruffly, wasting no time in sheathing himself completely into her. He shifted to where her hips were even with his, arms wrapped around the small of her back while his knees dug into the bed with little thoughts. George held her breath when he pulled back and slammed back in, jarring her entire body with the movement. She could sense his eyes watching her chest at the motion as he did it again. When he began a firm, set pace, easing her into the hard pattern he most often did, she could feel her body start to tighten already and the coil of hot pleasure increasing in her stomach. Each movement caused her to let out a small cry, pulling at the ties that held her into place while trying desperately to move her hips in time with his.

Riddick held onto her back as he slid out again and rammed back in sternly, listening with grateful ears when she moaned loudly. With each movement he felt her walls already start to strain against him, trying hard not to clench down in a moment of completion already. George’s body was deliciously burning from her previous orgasm and the walls were coated and easy to pass through as he drew his hips back and brought them back into hers at an angled and controlled pace. Her legs closed tighter around his waist and he watched as she arched her back to try to thrust down on him with equal force only to manage to roll her hips pathetically. To know that she couldn’t go at him, go with him, like they usually did made him growl deep in his throat. He was in complete control.
Plunging in again a shock of blinding bliss abruptly shot up his back and he rolled his head back, letting out a loud breath. His animal instincts guided him as he shifted and pushed harder, each thrust getting him closer to the building that was happening within his entire lower body. Riddick gritted his teeth when another jolt ran up his body and spurred on his thrusts harshly. He bent over and shifted his knees, momentarily stopping their coupling and listening to her pant for air from the sudden change of action, before he pulled all the way out and crashed back in forcefully.

George gripped into her ties now and let out a silent scream of pleasure as his hips suddenly began to go at a blinding pace against hers, crashing in and out with abandon that was calculated and refined and yet wild and tasteless. She gripped into the crying fiber as hard as she could, her eyes closing so tightly that even the vision behind her eyelids was filled with stars. The coil in her stomach was now impossibly tight, harsh and searing until it felt like she had no stomach, no bones, nothing but Riddick’s slamming pace. When he abruptly turned her hips to the side slightly and struck at the one spot he knew would cause her to scream she did just that, her mouth opening up in a yelp of unexpected white bliss that filled her eyes for a second before being replaced by the spotted blackness. She could hear her blood flow in her ears, everything was heightened by her inability to see, and could even feel her own heart pounding the blood through her veins.

Her body moved of its own accord now. She couldn’t form a single thought with his jarring current, pushing and pulling at a blistering pace that she didn’t know was possible, a rhythm that was thundering and pounding within her to dizzying heights. It was almost spiritual where her brain was resting at, shinning, clear, and peaceful, filled only with the explosion that was happening between the two convicted killers, nothing could touch her as she floated in this sea. She felt herself pushed back down onto the bed, void of Riddick’s joining for a mere second, but that second seemed like forever. It stretched on and on and her brain slammed back into reality, away from that joyous world of rhythm and peace and into an area where she felt empty, incredibly frustrated and needing release. Just as she voiced her displeasure at his stopping his hands pushed her hips all the way down into the mattress and he pushed back into her at a sharp angle, his knees pushing hers aside.

Riddick threw away all pretenses about being anywhere close to contained. Something was roaring in his ears and he didn’t know if it was the beast in him or the blood that was rushing through his expanded capillaries but he didn’t care, all that fucking mattered was screwing Georgina into the mattress so hard that she left a damn dent. He thrusted with carelessness, nearly pulling out all the way on accident, and soon his own grunts filled the air along with her cries and moans of distressful pleasure. Toes curling into the sheets he gripped hard into her curves, rolling his body over hers and watching in satisfaction, his gaze blazing, as her form writhed and bucked under his, stretched out due to the useful shirt. Leaning over her took her neck into his mouth and bit down hard as he had done to her chest, causing a hiss to come from her mouth in that way that caused his own core to jolt and his hips to increase the pressure upon hers. Blood filled his mouth and he sucked on it happily, his mind fuzzing over and the only that mattered was sating the insatiable hunger in the pit of his stomach.

It happened in a series of events, quickly and in a matter of seconds. Just as Riddick pulled from her neck and took one of her nipples into his mouth, pulling on it hard with his sharp teeth and forcing her back to arch up painfully, his hips crashed in fully and completely. George had stopped breathing for a second, her fingers scrapping at the fabric that held her there, and her legs had clamped so firmly around his waist that he could feel very slight bruises forming already. Then, her core, so blissfully scorching and coated, clenched down and held him there, hard as a stone. Grunting and wincing Riddick had to resist the urge to shoot into her then and there, his body suddenly twitching and rippling with the sensation of her now spasming under him and around him.

His silver gaze watched as George’s head tossed back and a silent cry escaped as little more than a sob like noise, her toes scrapping at the sheets in desperation for something to cling to in order to keep her on this plane. Sweat shinned off of her body in streaks, running down her scared sides and face, pooling under her in small darkened circles, as her entire body began to violently convulse. He stopped all movements during her fit, holding back the need to orgasm himself just from watching her shiver and gasp his name darkly. Fresh liquid spilled down onto his shaft, down onto his thighs and bed, and he relished in the scent of sex that wafted around him and settled heavily into his chest.

“G-God,” George whimpered when she finally stopped enough to form coherent words. She opened her brown eyes lazily and stared up where she knew his head to be, her chest heaving in uncaught breaths. Then she felt something she hadn’t expected. He moved again, out of her, but to her shock she felt him still quite hard and ready to go still. She was gaping at him, her body lax and languid from exhaustion, her vision still filled with violent stars and sparks, when she felt the ties around her wrists being undone.

“We’re not done yet,” Riddick stated matter of factly. When she felt her arms free and the shirt tossed aside she still laid in that position, staring at him in mild shock that he had denied himself the chance of release. But then she was picked up and turned around, her face coming to rest into the pillow she was lying on while her hips were jostled into the air gruffly.

He slid back into her and George couldn’t help the small sob noise that came from her lips. She was overly sensitive now. Her body had just experienced two very jarring orgasms in a row and was trying to recover when he started to hammer away once more, hitting against her sore walls mercilessly. And though her coil was now winding tighter and faster than every it was painful, as hurtful as it was satisfying She rose up onto her elbows, trying in vain to hold herself up as he ripped into her from behind. She could hear and feel his testicles slapping against her thighs, feel them making the skin that was wet from his torture raw and red with the continued force.

She wouldn’t last long and he knew it. Riddick knew how the human female body worked from years of practice and experience. Usually during a time such as this, when put under such an amount of pressure and pleasure the body amplified every touch, every slide, every thrust, and it would make her orgasm over and over until she passed out. If she was leaving he’d be damn sure to leave his mark on her… she would remember this night for the rest of her life if only for the fact of how pitiless he was being with her. Watching as her back arched and she tried valiantly now to keep up with him, her body sluggish and those same elicited moans and cries coming out steadily louder and louder with each entrance, he couldn’t help himself.

Skimming his hands over her rear he gripped into the soft skin hard until red marks showed around his hands and he knew that she would be soar there for the next few weeks. Finally, finding that his own body was starting to betray his plans and that he was starting to see spots he lowered himself to where his chin was in the crook of her neck, overpowering her with his weight and causing a small whimper to come from her throat, he wrapped his arms around her hips and sped up to his full ability. That was her end.
She buried her face into the sheets and stopped all movements on her part, her breath once again held while her fingers gripped into the bed until small puncture marks formed. She clenched and undulated around him faster than before, more reckless. He didn’t stop this time however. Instead he bit down onto her shoulder hard and continued his frantic pace, his legs growing tight and taught with coming completion while the woman under him, finished with her own third cried out and tried to shrug him off of her.

“Jesus… Riddick, no more! I can’t handle… anymore!” her voice was breathy and airy and there was extreme anxiety in her voice that he found alluring. His legs intertwined with hers he didn’t pay attention to her cries of distress, instead he pushed harder and harder until he felt it. He brought a finger to her clit and pushed down on it hard, until he felt blood rush there and for sure a wicked bruise form, and the woman under him bucked feebly.

A roar ripped from Riddick’s throat, pushing himself up off of her and gripping into her hips for dear life. Stream after hot stream shot from him and into her convulsing, abused opening, his backside tensing and his toes curling into the sheets deeply. Nothing existed but that moment and he let out a series of grunts as each spurt came, filling George and causing the red head to whimper and moan under him, her body shivering with exhaustion. His silver gaze was filled with nothing, not even the usually white that came with his oblivion, but for a second he was truly blind.

Georgina let out a relieved noise when at last he pulled out of her, soft and unable to pursue her anymore. She sunk her body onto the bed and laid there, limp and ragged, while her mouth was still open to drag in as much air as humanly possible. Tired beyond all comparison she closed her gaze and allowed her body to drift off into slumber, the last thing she felt was being pulled flush against Riddick’s large chest, her back curving into his body. She didn’t even have the energy to fight him off. She was asleep within seconds.

Riddick stared at a wall across from him as he felt George’s breathing even out slowly, her body relaxing and the temperature of her overheated form returning to normal. His own form was thrumming in idyllic contentment, satisfied beyond a reasonable doubt. Dipping down he took a final whiff of her scent before closing his own eyes and allowing himself to sleep for the first time in a few weeks since leaving that station. The next four days, even if this night hadn’t taken place, would be engrained into George. Every bite, every bruise, every hickie, every pulse pounding hours long session would become a part of her and she would have no choice but to remember. No one would know… that his worst fear was to be forgotten.